Mystery

A Child was born on Christmas Day

Born to save the world

But long before the world began

He knew His death was sure

The pain and strife secured

Mystery, how He came to be a man

But greater still

How His death was in His plan

God predestined that His Son would die

And He still created man

Oh, what love is this

That His death was in His hands

The Christmas trees, they glow so bright

With presents all around

But Christmas brought a tree of life

With blood that sacrificed

The greatest gift in life

Mystery, how He came to be a man

But greater still

How His death was in His plan

God predestined that His Son would die

And He still created man

Oh, what love is this

That His death was in His hands

I am just a man and can't begin to comprehend

When You look into these traitor's eyes,

What do You see that justifies the Lamb

God predestined that His Son would die

And He still created man

Oh, what love is this

That His death was in His hands

Mystery, mystery